Michael looked at Jose with a touch of astonishment.
His eyes were pitch black, so dark that a mere glance felt terrifying.
Combined with his ghastly pale complexion, it gave the impression he was a little demon from Hell.
Michael thought he must be hallucinating.
Because Jose's lips barely moved when he spoke.
"What did you say..." Michael looked at Jose.
For some reason, when Jose started speaking, she suddenly felt her heart wasn't as panicked, nor as worried and afraid anymore.
Even though Jose was only ten years old, even though he was a child powerless as a chicken at the moment.
But as soon as he spoke, it was as if he had suddenly taken control of the entire situation.
I must be sick to want to compete with someone like him for the throne... An inexplicable thought popped into Michael's head.
Because, it was obvious, if it came to 1v1, she was no match for Jose at all.
Even Michael, if it really came down to cunning and strategy, was far inferior to Jose.
